33. The Real and Fake Heiresses (XI)

The perception of Ye Ci had shifted from being merely Xu Xiao's third disciple to being recognized as the premier talent of the younger generation, surpassed only by Gu Zhifei and Xu Shengbai.

The Eight Palms, a Green-tier spiritual technique, is the ancestral secret of the Gu family of Qingyuan; once the eight palms are unified, it becomes invincible.

After the left and right heads finished speaking those lines, they could no longer make a sound. They glared viciously at the middle head, sharing a rare moment of unity in their desire to bite that middle one right off. The middle head, having lost all will to live, saw only a vast whiteness before its eyes and did not care at all about the retaliation from the other two.

She dressed Snoopy in her favorite red plaid outfit. The heavy snow had piled up to half a foot deep, just enough to build a giant snowman that Snoopy would love.

She had originally expected a great battle, perhaps even death, but she had not imagined it would end just like that. What kind of strength did he actually possess?

"Magistrate Zhang!" Just as he stepped out the door, he ran into Magistrate Zhang and his party. Gu Sanquan clasped his fists politely in greeting.

However, the latter acted as if he had heard nothing, gently placing the fine wine beside Taiyi.

Ye Ci froze. In a flash of lightning, she discarded all the drafts she had prepared in her mind before arriving.

This clever ruse was thought up by Lei Zhentian. Before ascending the mountain, Lei Zhentian had suggested that they must ensure absolute success. Although Qi Liangu was not on the mountain, there were still Fan Ji, Liang Hui, and dozens of disciples present. If they set up the Seven-Star Sword Formation, it would surely be enough to give him a hard time. That was why they came up with the strategy of bringing the bats.

After finishing, he began to wail again, squeezing out a few tears while stealing a glance through a narrow slit to check the reactions of the Jade Emperor, his uncle, and the other deities.

Did you not see the young ladies nearby, stretching their necks to look outside? Jingwan guessed that if they weren't there, the ladies probably wouldn't be so reserved. Seeing their blushing faces, clutching their handkerchiefs tightly, and their uncontrollable joy, it was clear their hearts were stirred. Indeed, they had endured the pressure to stay behind just for him.

However, he had come at the invitation of Leng Muzhen this time, so he was not afraid of being barred from entering. The only reason he hadn't produced the invitation immediately, letting Situ Xiang mock him, was to prevent Situ Xiang from riding on his coattails or sneaking into the manor during a lapse in security.

The wind lifted a corner of the bridal veil. As the crowd marveled at Liu Ningyou’s beauty, they also caught sight of the faint smile on her lips.

Mrs. Gu tried to grab onto something, or find a place for her feet to gain leverage, but unfortunately, there was nothing.

Li Hongyuan did not stop her; he rose leisurely, straightened his clothes where there were no wrinkles, and then followed her out.

Just as Leng Muzhen was about to lose his temper, the Emperor glanced at him. He realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly held his tongue.

This... since the secret guard did not identify himself and left halfway through, could this young lady not be the one the Emperor spoke of who was unaffected by the Fifth Prince's poison?

The three little ones in Shen Bingrao’s arms were delighted to see the eldest and second eldest tossed into the spiritual spring by their father, when suddenly, their father's large hand reached toward him as well.

Between a husband and wife, if they were still so formal in private, they could hardly be called a married couple.

"Mother, I'll make them tonight for you to see, and then you can decide whether or not to cook field snails!" Hao Ran stopped worrying about whether the Zhao family would eat them or not; if they truly refused, one could only say they were like wild boars incapable of appreciating fine fodder.

Bilu was relatively simple-minded. After spending a night being brainwashed by Song Beiyun—truly brainwashed, through agitation and subversion—she was turned from a spy planted by Zhou Jing into one planted by Song Beiyun.

Once Yue Shiwu explained it this way, Calando understood why the Dark World headquarters provided exchange vouchers instead of gold notes like they did for the second and third-place winners.

"So, are you going to make a deal with that Master Mu?" Mu Yu remained silent for a moment before finally asking.

After all, it was already the twelfth lunar month; it would not be impossible for the Emperor or the Empress Dowager to keep Murong Yu in the palace until after the New Year.

Zuo Rou shook her head firmly, insisting she would not go. No matter how the Princess pleaded, she would not budge, stubborn as a mule that had just been beaten.

As the scent of alcohol in the air grew heavier, Calando asked the person in charge of the underground construction site.

The crowd’s thoughts were interrupted by a roar from the arena, as two tiger-head battle axes slammed heavily against Mo Li's long sword.

Spreading his arms, he let Qiaoyun dress him. These Song-style garments were far more complex than those seen on television; just one sash required being tied in two layers—it was incredibly cumbersome.

Now, with the death of the Kong woman, Jiang Zheng-tang’s hatred for her had dissipated significantly, leaving only guilt.

Liu Nianfeng instinctively tried to cover his hardening parts with his hands, but in the next second, handcuffs and shackles popped out from both sides of the hospital bed, locking his hands and feet to the frame and making it impossible for him to move.

Yan Xu stared into the pitch-black forest. The surroundings were silent, save for the faint cries of wild beasts in the distance.

At this moment, a soldier accompanied a man wearing a white cloak, slowly stopping at the entrance of Fangfu Palace.

In fact, that was not all; after passing the review, there were countless interrogations and heart-to-heart talks with the instructors from the Training Department.

"You don't need to thank me. I am more curious now: how does Admiral Liu Nianfeng intend to dispose of me? Will I also be sent to the academy to be a teacher?" Admiral He Dongliu asked curiously.